Santa’s Poor Little Elves

I woke up this morning and thought to myself,
what would Santa do with out all of his elves.
I mean delivering presents is cool I know,
But making the presents you got to say whoa.
Giving the treats to all those Reindeer,
Its got to leave the poor little elves in tears.
Reindeer get carrots and Santa gets cookies,
But what do the elves get some rough little noogies?
All I am saying is those poor little elves get nothing for Christmas,
Because Santa thinks of Himself.

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